Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

The cool breath suppressed his spiritual altar, and the nightmare and redness in Wenren Sejue's pupils suddenly dissipated.

He blinked and regained consciousness, and saw Yi Chi, who was panting slightly and whose clothes were in disarray.

The bright red kiss marks are like red plum blossoms blooming on the warm jade neck.

She was soaked all over, her curves were exposed, and he held her in his arms, holding her waist. She looked like a goddess who had been molested. When she got angry, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

But I was naked and my body looked abnormal.

Wenren Sejue was stunned, and pushed her away violently, his face extremely cold, "Were we committing incest?"

Yi Chi was pushed into the water in a daze, almost choking, and feeling suffocated.

What kind of reaction is this? Do you dislike her?

"Master uncle also knows what incest is, how amazing."

She emerged from the water, gritted her weak teeth and sneered. As soon as she steadied herself, she saw a person standing coldly and gloomily beside the rockery.

Mo Huaizun didn't know how long he stood there. He was clearly hidden in the shadow, but it seemed more like his gloom and sadness created the shadow.

After watching the erotic scene that seemed like "incest" thoroughly, Yi Chi's brain short-circuited and his breathing froze.

Wenren Sejue was aware of Mo Huaizun's presence when he woke up, so he was not surprised.

Mo Huaizun raised his hand, and a piece of clothing hit Wenren Sejue on the head. His voice was filled with cold murderous intent, "Put it on." His natal sword Wu Xingyun appeared vaguely at the side.

Suddenly, her body felt lighter, and Yi Chi smelled the elegant scent of snow sandalwood. She leaned back and subconsciously hooked her arms around the neck of the person in front of her.

Mo Huaizun held her steadily with one hand, and with the other hand, spiritual power surged, steaming her clothes dry.

The latter's shoulders were half exposed, and her face was pure and beautiful, but he looked at her indifferently, as if he was looking at a piece of wood.

Yi Chi felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, and quickly put on his clothes, and said obediently: "Thank you, Master."

Mo Huaizun put her down, his voice was so cold that it could freeze someone to death, "But if what you did just now goes wrong, you will die, and he will be possessed."

It refers to Yi Chi's entry into Wen Ren Se Jue's sea of ​​consciousness.

Only then did Yi Chi realize that Mo Huaizun would definitely not let anything happen to Wen Ren Se Jue. It was her fault that she was so impatient that she didn't think of this and caused this misunderstanding.

She laughed dryly and admitted her fault, "I saw that my uncle was in a critical condition and I was worried, so I took the risk."

"Who let you in?" Wenren Sejue came ashore. He was no longer in his usual lazy state, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her became particularly obscure.

Yi Chi was not happy to be questioned for doing a good deed, "No one told me that this place is exclusive to my uncle, and there is not even a barrier here, who knows if I can get in."

Although she said so, she knew in her heart that Wen Ren Se Jue's hemophobia was particularly severe this time, which was why he didn't even set up the barrier.

Ever since he witnessed the deaths of many people in the sect, he began to fear blood, and this time he almost developed a demon in his heart.

Thinking of this, my heart couldn't help but feel depressed.

Wen Ren Sejue half closed his eyes and said calmly, "Don't worry about me in the future."

He stared at her again, his red eyes deep and suspicious, "You are very skilled in the Soul-Calming Spell. Where did you learn it from?"

In addition to the five elements spells, there is also a kind of extremely difficult to practice curse. It is powerful, sinister, and hard to guard against, but it is also extremely difficult to practice. The Soul-Calming Spell is an even more unpopular high-level curse.

Nowadays, Yi Chi’s every move is powerful and it is hard not to notice him.

Yi Chi's heart was hanging, and he said the words he had prepared, "Master taught me the Jueya technique yesterday. I am more interested in spells. Isn't this a coincidence? I just happen to have a little talent, so I learned it overnight."

Wenren Sejue was startled, glanced at Mo Huaizun who had no objection, and raised a meaningful smile.

"Xiao Yichi seems to have a lot of talents, such as whips and knives. You learned all the spells that others would never be able to learn in their lifetime in just one night. You didn't learn other spells to hurt people, but you chose to learn the soul-soothing spell."

"Why, you love peace? Or do you know a little bit of other spells?"

Alarm bells rang in Yi Chi's heart, his mind raced, and he frantically made excuses for himself.

"Uncle Master, you don't know." She bit her lip and hesitated, "I once accidentally fell into a secret realm and inherited the knowledge from a person. That person knew a little bit of everything."

Wenren Sejue suddenly grabbed Yi Chi's shoulders, with a look of madness and paranoia in his eyes, "Who is she? What else did you see!"

"Se Jue." Mo Huaizun brushed off his hand, pursed his lips and said slowly: "No matter who it is, it is Yi Chi's own opportunity. It has nothing to do with others, and it has nothing to do with the dead. You should go back and calm down."

Wen Ren Se Jue's pupils trembled slightly, a look of sorrow flashed across his face, and he said to Yi Chi: "Thank you for today."

After saying this, he turned and left, leaving only the coldness of his bright red robe in the night.

Affected by his sea of ​​consciousness, his mood was obviously unstable tonight. Anything related to Zhu Jiu was enough to stir up all his emotions.

"Tonight, thanks to you, and..." Mo Huaizun raised his head and glanced at the flame lantern in the sky, "She is very courageous and lives up to the reputation of her inheritance."

This statement is equivalent to confirming that the person is Zhu Jiu.

After all, she is the only one who is proficient in everything in the world.

When Mo Huaizun said this, his expression was unusually strange, as if he had lost a lot of energy and was unwilling to say another word.

"Master, don't you hate her?"

"I hate it, but I can't deny her outstanding abilities."

This is probably a very helpless thing, just like hating someone but being unable to get rid of her.

But she had been killed, and for Mo Huaizun, this was the best ending.

……

Walking out of the hot spring with Mo Huaizun, Yi Chi learned the content of tomorrow's assessment on the way.

When he arrived at the gate of Mo Huaizun's courtyard, Yi Chi heard the voices of Song Yueqing and Yi Yuan in the distance. He knew that was his residence, and said goodbye to Mo Huaizun tenderly.

The latter looked at her suddenly brisk footsteps the next moment, and involuntarily recalled the ferocious slap he had given Wen Ren Se Jue on the forehead in the hot spring, as well as his arrogance in his various actions today.

There was not a trace of the respect and obedience he usually showed.

He accepted a disciple with two faces.

……

When Song Yueqing and Yi Yuan saw Yi Chi, their eyes widened.

Yi Chi slowed down his pace, cursed in his heart, quickly covered his neck and ran into the room.

Song Yueqing quickly grabbed her and said, "Tell me, which man?"

Yi Yuan remembered that the other party had come with Mo Huaizun just now, and his pupils were shocked.

Song Yueqing stared at the kiss mark on Yi Chi's neck, gasping for air and unable to finish a sentence, "Fuck, no, you guys? Huh?"

The Lord looks so calm and majestic, but he is so fierce in private.

Yi Chi hooked onto the door frame to avoid being dragged out by her. She chuckled, "I said I rubbed it, do you believe it?"

They all shook their heads.

"That's because he fell while practicing martial arts."

Do you think we are stupid?

Yi Chi easily read out these five words. She took advantage of Song Yueqing's laxity, suddenly pulled her hand away and slipped into the house, slamming the door. "Tomorrow is the test, I have to meditate and practice, let's talk tomorrow if there is anything!"

Song Yueqing and Yi Yuan were left outside scratching their heads.

……

Yi Chi swallowed a pill, and the marks on his neck disappeared without a trace.

She looked up at the sky in silence. Which kind person would use the blood-healing pill to treat a kiss mark?

commit a sin!

After placing Qiye Chonghua out to bask in the moonlight, Yi Chi took out the alchemy furnace and began to make the elixir with a calm expression.

Controlling the fire, the precious ingredients were thrown into the stove like cabbage, so casually.

If an alchemist outside who strictly follows the steps of alchemy saw this, his eyes would pop out of his head in shock.

After a while, a round and smooth super-holy pill came out of the oven, exuding a rich fragrance.

Yi Chi glanced up at the sky and thought to himself, as expected, if she didn’t want to, there wouldn’t even be any thunder tribulation for the Pill Formation Stage. She was indeed the father of Xingjun!

Just as he was sighing, Yi Chi heard a gentle knock on the door.

Who is it at this late hour?